Sun 7 am I awoke to a small blue room with posters of Paramore and a couple of Michelle Keggan, i sat up thinking abut what happend last night. i can feel the guilt raising up in me. what would lady gaga do i thought to myself, no i cant make a meat dress, but i can tell joe that were over at least the guilt would go i suppose. Steven awoke to me putting my ripped dress on and knocking his chair over "sorry" i squealed "its okay i guess" "well i better be off" i announced "okay oh and amie thanks for last night it was really amazing ur such a beautiful girl, maybe we could do this again" and with that i walked out and didnt even look back.
Sun 8.20 am Walking down Chelsea's street just to make sure she got home safe and to see if she rembered to put my clothes in the back garden, thinking about what steven had said that i was beautiful bu what really comlicated me was the 'maybe we should do this again sometime bit what was that all about?. i opened the gate making sure it didn't creak as it ussualy does, i walked down the path to the patio barefooted when i saw my clothes on top of the compost maker (they are verry green to the planet i like that about Chelsea's family) runing to the maker bouncing along i felt a sharp pain in my foot i had stood on a sharp stone and my foot was bleeding (thanku verry much) "Mother Fuc.." i screamed when chelseas mum came to the window i could just see her highly tight bun and her jam jar glasses wich i could clearly see her sharp green eyes scowling at me as i fell on the grass roling around holding my foot in agony. out came chelseas mum (mary i think she was called) "oh my dear, are u okay?" her sweety voice didnt reasure me i new she hated me, apparently i am a bad influence on chels, so her 15 year old daughter had to have some fun. she took me in to the dinning room wich was a mild yellow colour with an oak table that had a big heap of laundry in the middle of it. Mary bandaged my foot up.
Sun 9 am limpimg in to the bright pink bedroom waking chelsea up she wouldnt move at all so i looked through her wardrobe. picking out some skinny jeans and an elmo t shirt (luckily we are the same size) throwing them on. i gave chels another push she almost fell off the bed head first. " what the hell are u doing here?" she questioned "well funny story actually i came to collect my clothes when i stood on a sharp stone slicing my foot open when ur physico mother apeared and bandaged me up" "so u thought you would steel my clothes to?" she questioned with a smirking face. she told me about this guy she met at the party last night "his names kyle" she had told me this 5 times already " hes a blonde with big blue eyes (just like her aww cute :) and is really really hot" "Chels i am really happy for u babe does he go our school?" "yeah he started last week new boy in my maths he is" " wait im in your maths why havent i noticed him?" " you have its just that he sits next to steven and u are ussualy looking at him(makes sense i guess) "
Sun (still) 11 am got home had a shower, got my pjs on yet my 'parents' arent up dosent surprise me either. i am now sat in the mirror, no makeup on, look white as a ghost, brushing my brown hair wich was curly but now ive brushed all the curls out so its just wavy. i left to go get an apple and watch tv.
Sun 1 pm finaly my parents are awake and dressed they are going to go and pick my brother harry up from his nannas, they asked if i wanted to go, i gave them both a scowl so they just walked off. My mum came back in " dont forget were going watching mr popers penguins in an hour so get ur arse up stairs and i advise u to get changed miss!" she shouted at me (yess this was the way me and my mothers relationship was really like). ugh parents i did what i was told, chosing to wear skinny jeans with a vest top accessorising with a sparkly scarf and a plain white bangle. chosing to wear some conceler a bit of blush and mascara.
Sun (STILL) 4 pm Just finished watching mr popers penguins i felt like sleeping but i needed a wee bad so i couldnt. well at least my brother liked it he still hasnt shut up about how he wants a penguin for christmas poor little dude i feel sorry for him i really do. i just want to get home get to bed and be refreshed for school tomorrow (whoope Not!)
